Land of Smiles

We returned safe.

Despite flood warnings from Thai government, unhappy parents, disputes on Whatsapp, friends backing out, we still went ahead with the much-awaited trip. No longer a hen's night, since only 3 out of 6 went eventually, it was still a memorable one.

Having not returned for 6 years, I have almost forgotten how 'cheap' Thailand is- the food, the clothes, the services. Amazing deals at mind-blowing low prices. That is how attractive Bangkok is. If not, why would so many people still risk traveling to a place that might have flood water hitting the very next day? Our flight was full, we could not find seats along the roadside stalls, Route 66 was packed with tourists, expats and hot locals dancing the night away. Everyone wants a piece of Bangkok. There is fear or panic everywhere else, except for the city itself. How ironic.

I should be jumping with joy that we experienced great weather and shopped till we dropped (literally) but I felt an unwanted dispiritness. There, I was reminded of The Forgotten. There were beggars at every corner, every day. I know we cannot help everyone but the fact that we walked away as if they were invisible is saddening. I irk myself. It irks me more when people actually feel indifferent about it. Yes, the world must still go on, but at least have some sympathy, shouldn't we?

Too fortunate. So fortunate that some people did not empathise with the mentally-handicapped who sat there staring at space, drooling on himself. They felt nothing for the poor 4-year-old who tip-toed to reach the car window, begging for money at the dangerous traffic junction. Their eyes were too high to see the crippled who dragged his leftover limps on the rough ground. They had 'none of my business' scrawled all over their faces. They could continue with the seafood feast when the stench of the old lady selling flowers could easily overpower.

With more negativity looming over the city, it was hard to let go and enjoy. As time seeps past our fingers while we enjoy, water seeps past the dams while they suffer.

Most times, we forget. Sometimes, we should sit down and appreciate everything and everyone we have. Sometimes is good enough.